SFW

firm believer in the fact that cassie will always be the leader in the relationship. 

you weren’t her typical type at first

she had to take initiative, and for once there wasn’t someone fighting her for dominance in a relationship. that scared her more than anything

to set the scene, you were a med student and she was your mentor 

she fought long and hard for a few months. she really tried everything, she swore she didn’t have feelings, tried to move along to another med student. but she missed you and it clawed at her chest like a flesh-eating virus 

she eventually gave in, but it was harder to catch you up. to say you were shy was an understatement 

and it didn’t help that you were oblivious as hell. she tried everything for a while. got you coffee, left you notes on your locker, guided you into rooms with her hand on your back. she even brushed her entire body against yours. 

sure, you blushed and had shaky hands, but that was just you. something you did even before she tried to make it obvious. 

eventually she full on flirted with you, and it finally worked 

“are— are you flirting?” you blushed profusely, redness flushing your skin from your ears to your chest. 

“have been for a while sweetheart.” and she just looked at you like you were everything to her. 

after that, she flirted more often until you finally got the idea. your admission was whispered by the nurses station, everyone watching with a curious eye until cassie finally pulled you to the side. 

she asked what you were trying to say, a calm hand on your waist, told you to slow down, speak up. it was stuttered, a mess, but she was more than happy to agree to a date 

she didn’t even care that you were a shy mess, mumbled words under your breath because you weren’t confident in what you were trying to say. nor did she care that you’d never been in a relationship until this very moment. 

the first time you guys said i love you, you were laying on cassie’s couch. your dinner long forgotten on the coffee table, a random show playing in the background. your conversation was hushed like harrison was asleep in the next room, when really he was across town at his dads 

at this point, you were more than comfortable with her, but you still had your moments. 

like when you first get out of the shower and forget where you are, arms covering yourself. or when she says something cheesy at work and you forget she’s actually your girlfriend and not someone flirting. 

she laid below you, and you hovered over top of her. even after she told you to lay on top of her, you balanced yourself on one arm, afraid to crush her. 

“cmon, baby. that’s unnecessary.” she pulled you down on her until you gave in and were as close as you could get. she smiled softly at you, twirled your hair between her fingers. 

the eye contact she held was so intense, you felt like you needed to hide your face in your hands, so you did. she forced you to look at her, your face flushed, and she thought it was the prettiest sight ever. 

“i love you.” she sighed, not catching herself before she let it slip. the moment she realized it was distinct, you could tell the exact time. 

you blink, not sure if she meant it or not. you started to retreat into yourself, like you did at work when you’re nervous. you sat up slightly, and for a second she let you. 

“wait, come back.” she pulled you back until your were back where you started, flush against her front. “i meant what i said. i just surprised myself. usually i keep that to myself. i guess.. i guess i can’t keep it inside anymore.” 

“i—“ your nerves wracked your whole body, and your face was hot. “i love you.” 

she kissed you and you cuddled on the couch, eventually falling asleep. 

she can always tell the exact moment you get nervous, and she knows exactly what to do for you by now 

she still has to remind you that you’re together and this isn’t the first time you’re seeing her. she makes you uncover yourself, let her see you. 

she drags what’s wrong out of you, with much struggle, but she does it anyway. you won’t come right out and say if you’re upset or anxious. 

she pulls your face out of her neck, assures you it’s okay to show yourself, that she won’t judge you. 

she lets you wear her clothes, after much reassurance that’s it’s okay. she loves how long her old band t-shirts come down on your thighs. and she lets you wear her jackets when it gets cold; because you may be shy, but you’re also stubborn as hell

she shows you how to not be shy around her. assure you this is how relationships work. honesty, transparency. 

but that doesn’t stop you from getting nervous around her. you still shy away when she says something sweet. you get butterflies when she leaves a note on the counter for you on days she works and you don’t. and she braids your hair for you when you get overwhelmed with deciding what to do with your hair. 

at work, she answers for you when someone makes you feel particularly shy. she leads you into rooms with her hand on your back, to say i’m here. she’s ready to step in in case someone takes your shyness for granted

she’s the best first and last girlfriend ever

NSFW

the first time you guys have sex is a mess. but a good one 

cassie underestimated just how shy you were until that moment when she started to undress you. 

your skin flushed pink and you covered yourself with the blanket the second your skin was exposed

she pulled the blanket off you, but noticed you still kept your body covered with your hands. she turned the overhead light off, but kept the lamps on. 

“i have to see so i know what im doing, baby.” she kissed and kissed and kissed your body until you were a writhing mess underneath her. 

she only smirked when you started grinding up onto her leg, underwear still on. she let you do that for awhile, whispered praise in your ear until you came the first time 

i’m also a firm believer that cassie talks you through it every single time. whether it’s you she’s touching, or vice versa, i know she does it. 

she tells you you’re doing great, tells you it’s okay to make a pretty mess on her fingers or face. you squirm and moan softly at her words, like she said the most inappropriate thing ever. and in a way, she did. 

when you’re touching her, she tells you what to do, where to touch, how much pressure to apply. but she never really needs to help you. just wants to hear herself talk. 

a long while into the relationship, you learn to take initiative in the bedroom and put that mouth to good use. 

the first few times you have sex, she has to pull your lip out from between your mouth. 

“i need to hear you. need to know how good it feels.” her head is buried into your neck, whispering the words into your ear as her fingers move in and out of you at quick pace 

after that, you never bite your lip again. you moan freely, and it makes her feel good. like she’s doing something right. 

she’s a pro with her tongue, knows how to use it for more than just talking. she’s left marks on your thighs from how tight she grips you. it would take a whole army to remove her from between your legs.

when she thinks you’re finally ready, she uses the strap on you, and it’s the most romantic encounter you’ve ever experienced. 

she makes it a whole thing. she’s never taken anyone’s virginity before, and it shows, but you know she’s trying nevertheless. lit candles, dimmed light, everything you could imagine. 

she talked sweetly, told you to tell her to stop if it got to be too much, but you never did. you just turned into a pile of mush underneath her. 

it’s your new favorite way to have her. your back flush against her naked front, her mouth on your ear whispering the most obscene things, the cold feeling of her chain touching the back of your neck with each thrust 

you catch her off guard when you talk dirty to her, any remotely filthy sentence out of your mouth is foreign to her. the first time you said something you caught her off guard, and she laughed nervously like you were trying too hard. 

she immediately recovered and assured you she liked it, you just caught her off guard because you’re normally more reserved and shy 

she’s also a big fan of scissoring, and i know it for a fact. 

she loves the idea of you both getting off together. both mumbling obscene thoughts, your slick rubbing together, hitting just the right spots. 

“fuck, sweetheart, right there.” her hand grasps your hips from underneath you, rolling your hips just right, her eyes rolling. she leans up to bite at your nipple, sucking the bud in between her teeth 

she’s also the queen of aftercare, i stand by it. i don’t think she’d get particularly rough with you, due to you being shy, but if you asked she would. 

every time after sex she will make sure you both shower, you both eat, and then she’ll lay with you and play with you hair until the two of you fall asleep

you worked impossibly hard in med school.  cassie could tell from your first day in the pitt.  you followed her around that day like a good little intern, eagerly answering every question and scribbling every word from a doctor's mouth in your notepad. 

but she could also tell you'd burn out by the end of the year if you didn't start taking care of yourself.  she knew from experience. so against all better judgment, she decided to start doing that for you.

that's how you ended up sprawled across the couch in her apartment, getting properly eaten out for the first time.

she hated herself for it.  she gave chad so much shit for dating girls whose frontal lobes hadn't even fully developed, but here she was with a girl sixteen years younger.

in her defense, she had tried.  she tried really hard to not fall for you and your patient eyes and disarming smile.  but you made it really hard when you brought her coffee without asking, laughed at her worst jokes, and held patients' hands like you'd never let go.  her heart tripped over itself that one time she caught you rocking and humming to the newborn baby boy you'd both helped deliver.  after all, kindness was her love language and you spoke it fluently.

so here she was on her knees, teaching you how to take a break with her mouth between your legs.

her arms are looped tightly around your bare thighs, keeping them over her shoulders.  she can feel your heels digging into her back through her shirt.  one of your hands is clawing the fabric of the cushion under you, the other slides over cassie's forehead to her hairline, holding her bangs out of her eyes so she can watch you.

and god does she love watching.  every time your eyebrows knit closer together or your lips drop open in a whimper, cassie smiles into you like she's won a prize.

"you like that, huh?" she asks with that too proud grin, lips still pressed against your skin.  she only asks because she wants to hear you try to answer.

"mhmm," you hum way too high pitched, eyes screwed shut.  you're trying so hard to keep your hips pinned to the couch and not let them buck up into her face.

she chuckles lowly, eyes not leaving your face before she nuzzles even deeper and tongues at your clit like it's the only thing keeping her alive. she smiles again when your head falls further back against the armrest and a louder moan escapes your lips.

"you're so fuckin' sweet for me," she says, turning her head a little to kiss your inner thigh.

"cass," you whisper, half embarrassment half need. your head's turned to the side now, eyes still glued shut.

"hey, eyes on me," she orders.  she leaves another kiss on your thigh, further from your heat like a warning.  that makes you finally look down at her and see what a messy eater she is.

she's drenched in your slick, from the bridge of her nose down to her chin, but she's still smiling through it like the cheshire cat.

"good girl," she drawls.  then she licks a long stripe through your folds and your back arches like you've never been touched before.  "just need someone to take care of you, huh?"

you can't answer before her lips are wrapping around your clit and her fingers are pushing inside you.  you moan louder than before, thighs clamping around her ears and hand tugging her bangs.

once her fingers are curling perfectly inside you, she pulls her lips back from your clit with a pop.

"tell me how that feels, baby," she says.  she watches your lashes flutter while you try so damn hard to keep your eyes open, following orders like an obedient intern.

"feels so-" she intentionally digs her fingers a little deeper just to watch you struggle.  "mmph—cass."

During her shifts, her focus has completely fractured. She finds herself staring blankly at her charts, completely checked out until a Baran snaps her back to reality. Her mind keeps drifting to the exact same place: imagining you underneath her. She can see it so clearly, your eyes heavy and lidded, your shyness completely warring with your arousal.

She loses herself wondering exactly how you would react the moment she finally pushes past your boundaries. How would you act if she was slow and deliberate, using three fingers to stretch you open? Would the intensity of it break your quiet exterior? Would you scratch desperately at her shoulders, keen her protests straight into her neck, or arch your back into her touch? Or would that fierce shyness flare up one last time, making you try to pull away from the sheer, overwhelming weight of her dominance?

The questions are driving her crazy, turning every quiet moment at work into an agonizing countdown until she can finally find out the truth.

A text from you flashes across her screen right in the middle of her shift, asking how her day is going and if she’d like to have a movie night tonight. A soft smile breaks across her face. She types out a quick reply telling you she’d love to. No matter how exhausting or draining her shift gets, she would never turn down a night with you. Even if she does end up falling asleep halfway through the film most times.

Hours later, the faint jingle of keys at the door has you smiling, ready to welcome her home.

"Hey baby," you whisper, stepping into her space to press a soft kiss against her cheek.

She hums in contentment, her arms automatically wrapping around you to pull you close. As you nuzzle into her neck, you catch the familiar, heavy scent of cigarettes and crisp hospital stenches lingering on her clothes.

"Did the guy who came in from the motorcycle crash end up ok?" you ask, leaning back slightly to look at her.

She sets her bag and keys down on the counter with a tired sigh. "He's alright, yeah. Stable. How're you, baby?" she asks, already heading toward the bedroom to finally shed her scrubs and change into something comfortable.

A few soft conversations and one hot shower later, the hospital grime is completely washed away. She slides onto the couch right beside you, sinking into the cushions just as you finish setting up the movie on the screen.

The movie has barely been playing for ten minutes, but Cassie is already completely bored by it. Her mind is still trapped in those heavy, consuming thoughts from her shift, and looking at you sitting right next to her, she simply can't help herself anymore.

She shifts her weight, leaning over until her shadow completely blocks out the glow of the television. "Hey, pretty girl," she mutters, her voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always makes your stomach flip.

Before you can even process the shift in the room, she tilts her head and latches her lips directly to the sensitive skin of your neck.

A high, squeaky gasp escapes your throat, your entire body jolting at the sudden, hot contact. You immediately start to squirm beside her, your small hands coming up to press against her shoulders, instinctively trying to create a little bit of space.

"C-cas—" you start, your voice trembling and entirely devoid of any real authority.

"Shh," she murmurs against your skin, the vibration of her voice sending a violent shiver right down your spine. She doesn't budge an inch against your weak push; instead, she uses her heavy physical presence to crowd you deep into the corner of the couch, pinning you in place.

"Cassie, please, the movie..." you mumble, your face turning a deep, fierce crimson. You try to look away, your shy defenses flaring up because it’s too sudden, too intense... but even as you breathe out your soft protests, your hands on her shoulders lose all their strength. Instead of pushing her away, your fingers weakly curl into the fabric of her shirt.

Your head rolls back against the cushions, completely exposing your throat to her. You are trying so hard to hold onto your quiet, stubborn reservation, but under the heavy, practiced warmth of her mouth, your walls are already starting to melt.

Her lips slide up the column of your neck, slow and deliberate, until they finally find yours. The transition breaks whatever was left of your quiet hesitation. The kiss starts deep and demanding, a breathless rush that completely derails your train of thought.

You’ve made out before, but tonight there is a heavy, raw hunger behind the way she claims your mouth, and it keeps going. Stretching out for minutes until your head is spinning and you’re entirely intoxicated by her.

Slowly, effortlessly, Cassie shifts her weight. She crawls right over you, her knees bracketing your hips as she settles her heavy frame directly above you on the couch.

When you blink your eyes open, the sight takes your breath away. The television is still playing in the background, casting a cool, flickering blue light along the sharp edge of her jaw and the side of her face. Her messy hair falls forward, framing her face like a dark curtain that locks the two of you in your own private world.

Your shy defenses are completely overwhelmed by how massive she feels above you. Your hands, trembling and weak, instinctively fly up to find purchase, your fingers curling tightly into her hair. You try to anchor yourself, but every time her lips crash back down onto yours, a breathy, squeaky whimper escapes your throat.

Cassie has absolutely no restraint tonight. She's different. The patience she usually keeps on a tight leash has completely snapped. She drinks in every soft, submissive sound you make, her hands sliding down to grip your waist firmly, anchoring you beneath her.

Your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath between her heavy kisses. You are entirely at her mercy on the cushions, completely pinned, hiding your face in her neck whenever she gives you a second to breathe, too shy to meet her gaze but too weak to do anything but melt entirely under her weight.

You are melting. Every single ounce of your usual quiet reservation is dissolving under the heavy, unshakeable weight of her body against yours. You want this. You want her, so badly, but the sheer intensity of the moment has your chest aching with a fierce, sweet shyness.

The kiss deepens, progressing into something much hotter and heavier as her tongue slides past your lips. It’s a deep, intoxicating French kiss that leaves you completely breathless, your head tilting back against the cushions as you try to keep up with the messy, rolling rhythm of her mouth.

While she keeps you entirely trapped under the heat of her lips, Cassie’s hand leaves your waist. Her touch is warm and calloused as it slides up, slipping right under the hem of your shirt. The rough friction of her palm against your bare waist makes you jump, a muffled, high-pitched squeak caught right in the back of your throat.

But she doesn't stop. Her hand trails lower, her fingers tracing the line of your hip before sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts, her fingers hooking into the fabric and giving a firm, demanding tug.

She pulls away just an inch, her breath hitching as she looks down at your wrecked, beautiful face. Your cheeks are burning a deep crimson, your lips dark and visibly swollen from how long she’s been devouring them.

"Can I take these off, baby?" she whispers, her voice gravelly and thick with a desire that makes the air in the room feel heavy. "Can I have you?"

The words instantly lock up in your throat, your chest heaving as you try to process the dirty, direct question. Unable to speak, you weakly squeeze your eyes shut and give a frantic, tiny nod of your head against the couch cushions.

Cassie lets out a low, dark rumble of a chuckle. She leans back down, pressing her mouth right against your sensitive, swollen lips, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "Mm-mm... no. I need words, pretty girl. Look at me and tell me."

Your eyes flutter open, wide and completely dazed, caught like a deer under her heavy gaze. Your fingers tighten desperately in her hair, your heart hammering against your ribs until you can barely take it. You swallow hard, your voice cracking, barely able to find the breath, but you manage to force the single, quiet word past your lips.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice trembling and entirely surrendered.

Cassie begins to kiss her way down your body. Her mouth trails a burning path over your jaw, down the sensitive column of your throat, and over the fabric of your shirt, leaving damp, heavy presses of her lips against your skin.

You can only watch through hooded, dazed eyes as she shifts down, her strong hands sliding down to grip the hem of your shorts and underwear. She hooks her fingers firmly into the fabric and draws them down your legs in one motion, tossing them blindly onto the living room floor.

God, she’s been waiting for this exact moment for months. The sudden, intoxicating wave of your scent hits her, and it completely strips away whatever patience she had left.

Cassie leans down, burying her face directly between your thighs. She rubs her nose against the soft skin of your inner thighs, taking a deep, ragged breath as she just drinks in the raw, sweet smell of your sex.

The utter intimacy of it makes your brain completely short-circuit. A violet heat burns all the way down to your chest, and you instantly throw your hands up to cover your face, your head snapping back against the couch cushions.

"Cassie..." you cry out, the sound leaving your throat as a high, breathy whine. It’s a desperate mix of wanting more and your fierce, panicked shyness flaring up all at once. "Cassie, what are you doing? Stop... please..."

She doesn't listen to the weak protest. Instead, she settles herself heavily between your legs. Her large hands clamp down onto the back of your thighs, lifting your legs and guiding them until they are wrapped tightly around her back, locking you completely open for her.

"Look at you," she rumbles against your skin, her voice low and entirely commanding. "So quiet, and so perfect for me."

Before you can even try to process her words, Cassie leans in and presses her open, soaking wet mouth directly to your clit, her tongue swirling over the sensitive bud in a sharp, heavy stroke.

You jolt violently. Your hips jerk upward off the cushions, your entire body stiffening from the sudden, overwhelming spike of pleasure. Your hands fly away from your face, your fingers clawing desperately behind your head to grip the edges of the couch pillow, squeezing the fabric. A choked, ragged gasp catches directly in your throat, your chest heaving as she locks her mouth down over you, completely ignoring your wide-eyed, panic as she begins to lick you in earnest.

Cassie completely loses her mind. Whatever tight leash she usually keeps on her restraint snaps entirely as she drinks you in. She is a devastatingly good eater. Relentless, heavy, and deeply thorough. She buries her entire face right into your cunt, pressing so deep and hard against you that the heat of her nose and jaw rubs directly against your swollen flesh with every single stroke of her wet tongue.

The sheer intensity of it has your legs trembling violently where they are hooked around her head. Your thighs are shaking, muscles twitching from the pure, unadulterated friction, but she just clamps her strong hands tighter around the back of your knees, pinning you down and refusing to let you escape the pleasure.

It is already so much. Your quiet world has been completely upended by the loud, messy reality of her mouth devouring you. You are completely overwhelmed, your senses entirely saturated by the scent of her, the flick of her tongue, and the heavy weight of her body locking you to the couch.

"Cassie—oh god, Cas—! mm!" you break down into a breathless, fractured chant, your fingers tearing into the couch pillow.

Sensing how close you are to the edge, Cassie grows even hungrier. She shifts her weight, hooking her strong forearms under your hips and rolling you up off the cushions just a bit, tilting your pelvis up to give herself absolute, unhindered access. With you lifted and completely vulnerable, she uses her thumbs to spread your wet lips wide, exposing your most sensitive skin to the cool air of the living room for only a split second before her tongue drives straight inside you.

A high, piercing keen rips from your throat. A raw, helpless sound that you’re far too overwhelmed to try and hide anymore.

She pushes her tongue deep into your tight heat, mimicking a hard, steady rhythm.... Moving between that and her lips seal around your clit, sucking tightly. You are panting, your breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps as your chest heaves.

Your head rolls from side to side against the pillow, your vision blurring with tears of pure overstimulation. You are entirely at her mercy, completely unraveled by the older woman, able to do nothing but sob out breathless, quiet whimpers as she ruthlessly licks you straight toward a shattering climax.

"Cassie—please, I can't—" you sob out, the words catching in your throat as your hips jolt upward against her mouth. You try to squeeze your eyes shut, try to hide the burning feeling on your face, but the pleasure is too vast, too loud to keep inside. "It's too hot, Cas... you're too much, please..."

Your hands fly from the pillow, your fingers weakly clawing at her, trying to find some leverage to pull her up, to make her stop, to beg her to keep going.

"Ah! Cas, stop, wait—m-make it stop..." you wail softly, your voice cracking into a desperate, breathy whine. Your head thrashes against the cushions. "I'm gonna—you're making me—Cassie!"

The older woman just groans against your skin, the vibration sending a violent shiver all the way to your toes. Hearing your shy voice break down into a breathless, crying chant only makes her hold you tighter. She clamps her hands around your trembling thighs, parting you even wider, completely deaf to your frantic, sweet protests as she drinks in every single word you try to use to shield yourself.

"Cassie—no, please, I'm gonna—ah!"

The words break into a high, shattered cry as Cassie completely takes over. She doesn't give you a single second to breathe, ignoring your frantic whimpers as she locks her lips around your clit and sucks hard.

Your entire body locks up. Your hips arch violently off the couch, your back bowing as a wave of pure, white-hot intensity hits your core.

"Cas! Cassie! I can't—stop, please, it's too much—" you wail, your voice dropping into a desperate, sobbing whine. Your fingers claw wildly into her shoulders, your knuckles turning white as you try to pull her away from the sheer, agonizing pleasure of it. "Please, I'm gonna break—oh god, Cassie!"

She doesn't budge. Instead, she rumbles a deep, heavy groan straight against your soaking wet skin, her strong hands clamping down like vices on your trembling thighs, anchoring you completely wide open so you have to take every single bit of it.

The dam finally breaks.

"Cassie! Ah—h..."

Your voice fragments into a breathy, choked gasp as the climax rips through you. Your thighs violently spasm against her head, your toes curling as wave after wave of intense, tingling heat crashes through your lower body.

Cassie doesn't pull away even as you shake. She stays right there, holding your hips up and ruthlessly lapping up every drop of your release, riding out the violent contractions of your walls.

Instead of pulling away on her own, Cassie stays locked right between your legs, her mouth still hovering dangerously close to your hypersensitive skin. The lingering, intense tingling has you completely overwhelmed, and out of sheer, blushing panic, your hands fly down to press firmly against her head and shoulders, desperately trying to push her up and off your cunt.

"Cassie, please... move," you whine, your voice a high, breathless squeak as you try to force some distance between you. "It’s too much... stop looking... don't stare..."

A low, vibrating chuckle rumbles in her chest under your palms. Yielding to your frantic pushing, she finally slides back up your body, her knees bracketing your hips as she looms over you once again.

When you look up at her through dazed, hooded eyes, she is wearing a completely hung smile. Her lips are wet and darkened, her eyes heavy.

"Look at you," she rasps, that confident grin stretching wider as she leans down. "Beautiful."

You start squirming beneath her heavy frame, trying to turn your head away from her gaze. But Cassie catches your jaw, gently but guiding your face back to her before slipping her mouth down into a kiss.

The instant her tongue slides past your lips, you catch the unmistakable, sharp taste of your own release on her breath.

You let out a muffled, panicked sound against her mouth, your hands coming up to clutch weakly at her wrists as you try to process tasting yourself on her tongue. Your thighs are still trembling against the couch cushions, but Cassie just holds you steady, slowing the pace of the kiss until it softens...

She pulls back just an inch, her thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw to keep you from hiding your face.

"Hey," she whispers, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly murmur against your lips. "Look at me, pretty girl. Thank you."

You blink your eyes open. "Cas..." you mumble, your voice entirely spent.

"I mean it," she coos, a soft, incredibly sweet smile breaking across her face as she leans down to press a warm kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose. "God, you are so sweet for me. Tasted so good, baby. I knew you would be, but you completely drove me crazy just now."

Hearing her say it out loud makes you whine softly, your hands sliding up from her wrists to weakly wrap around her neck, pulling her down just so you can hide your face in the crook of her shoulder. You are still tingling, completely overwhelmed, but the heavy weight of her body resting over yours feels like the safest place in the world.

Cassie hums in contentment, her strong arms winding securely around your waist to hug you close. She shifts her weight slightly so she isn't pinning you entirely, but she refuses to break the contact. One of her large, warm hands begins to trace slow, soothing circles up and down your bare back, her touch incredibly gentle as she starts the quiet rhythm of aftercare.

"I've got you," she murmurs softly into your hair, kissing the top of your head as your breathing slowly begins to level out. "You did so good for me, baby. Just rest."